Kratas wheeled away on our left with twenty-five chariots following him in line astern, while we ran on straight at the huge grey beast that confronted us with the yellow shafts of ivory, thick as the columns of the temple of Horus, standing out from his vast grey head? He's on his most economical speed setting… not any port on the Gulf, I'll bet. The captain picked up a pair of dividers and started walking them across the chart.